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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Mar 23, 2016 5:20:33 GMT
Isaac looked at Kouhei like he had grown a second head. Even with the difference in power between Rookie and Champion, the other boy was still basically asking for Isaac to directly shoot him. "Are you nuts?" he asked, barely believing it. He was worried about that creepy-ass skullhead guy? Well, whether they were weirdos or regular people, Isaac still didn't exactly like putting innocents in the line of fire. "There's gotta be some other way to get you out of here than shooting at you, right?" He waited for a response, but it seemed like none had come. If he kept hesitating Kouhei was sure to lose the tug-of-war to this weird, mutilated stuffed animal. He pulled his bandana up to his face to cover the strange brew of emotions he was building up, and let loose another "Imp-losion!"
Kouhei's plan seemed to work, the intestinal cords of the Porcupamon sizzling up and setting Kouhei free. The Digimon seemed to retract them with a new sense of desperation, stomping out the flaming ends with uneven smashes of its foot. Once it proved to be fine, it re-stuffed its stomach as if nothing had ever happened. Giving it a pat to make sure everything was properly, albeit hastily, reloaded, it then began fumbling with the strange respirator welded onto its face. Isaac never had a chance to see the mouth. It was completely covered up with the beast's clumsy paws. However, a strange, sweet, pink vapor began to leak out. As it touched the air it began to curdle into a dusky purple, taking on the smell of deadly nightshade. A ghastly moan could be heard, incomprehensible yet clearly declaring the name of a technique.
Since Isaac seemed a bit preoccupied, Maia took the comment of 'getting everyone back' to be her own problem, reaching out to try to pull Elliot back, while she took several rapid steps herself. If he wasn't going to fight, there was no point in him getting in the way of the two that were. Sure, she couldn't do anything to keep anyone safe, but she could at least try to keep away from the problem at hand.
At the same time, Kuu was clearly restless, circling from being on her shoulder to halfway down her chest. He wanted to help! But, he was little and would only get in the way. Even if he went to help, he'd probably just cause problems! That was all the Digimon was particularly good at, anyway. As an attack was launched, the fox's nose lifted to the air, ears flattening, before rapidly stepping back onto his tamer's shoulder. "Back up. Maia. Back up more. Do it."
There was hesitation, but the girl did as the Digimon told her, hoping she could pull Elliot with her. She obviously couldn't keep the Veemon from helping his brother if he wanted to, but it just seemed like it would get in the way of whatever Kouhei and Isaac may have had planned. Not that it really looked like there was a plan, but Maia had to keep herself a little hopeful so as not to go crazy here! But, if Kuu was concerned, that only made the tamer more worried. Since when did he seem to distressed in a situation?
SkullKnightmon took the fireball stoically, staggering some at the impact and the sudden freedom as the threads burned away. His lance retracted onto his arm with a snap, and he turned to nod his thanks at the little Impmon. There were scorch marks on his armor, and his cloak was singed and frayed at the edges. They've gotten stronger. Good. He whipped back around when he caught the expression on Impmon's face; the Porcupamon had already removed its mask and begun spewing the noxious cloud.
He dropped heavily to one knee as the memories came flooding back: his fall into the Digital World, his three years struggling to survive hostile forces everywhere. His long trip back to the Human World1. Every day an effort to survive. Constant fear. Danger everywhere. Enemies, everywhere. Had to escape. Get out. Get out. Get out!
SkullKnightmon staggered to his feet and spun on Impmon, the glowing yellow eyes deep in the shadows of his helmet crazed and burning. "Black to the Beginning," he shouted, reaching out and grabbing a fistful of bandanna. He dragged the digimon down into his cloak, and they vanished. Gone.
Heavy metal boots slammed down behind Maia, Kuu and Veemon. SkullKnightmon had an arm around Maia's waist and a hand on Veemon's shoulder before they could react, pulling them back and down, down down... "Black to the Beginning!" His cloak swirled around them as they fell into it, and then they were all gone.
Veemon, Maia and Kuu dropped to the ground heavily next to Impmon and a kneeling SkullKnightmon. They were in an enclosed space, just on the other side of a familiar-looking door. He'd teleported them past the door at the top of the stairs. To safety, one could hope... SkullKnightmon heaved, his armor rattling, and suddenly blinded them all with another burst of blue-white light as his form shrank and shifted. The boy Kouhei took several deep breath, not shifting from his position on hands and knees. His D-tector was held in a death grip in one hand. That fear vapor had got into him pretty hard. Shifting forms had helped... somewhat.
"Is... did I get everyone?" Are you all okay, he couldn't quite ask.
Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Mar 23, 2016 18:12:53 GMT
Thankfully, Maia's quick thinking was enough to pull Elliot out of the way of the noxious vapor. Isaac wasn't so lucky, the boy freezing stock-still as he found himself staring down the cold, blank eyes of a manhe swore he'd never call father. He took a shaky step back, and then found himself stumbling right into Kouhei's grip. In alarm he began to squirm like a fish on a hook, waiting for the screaming in his face that never came. Instead, he found himself going black to the beginning.
Or, rather, black into a shortcut. Now away from the noxious vapors, he shook the figure that had been haunting the recesses of his mind and took in the area. Old CRT monitors, emblazoned in harsh greens and blacks, made crackling and humming noises. The screens they displayed flickered haphazardly, as if straining to stay functional on an increasingly dwindling source of emergency power. Most of the screens were busted, static dominating the view, but occasionally a camera activated to show some sort of trap chamber. First up came a large pit of spikes, a sliding trap door above it sparking dangerously as it tried, and failed, to fully close. It wasn't clear if the spikes were redenned by rust, or by something else. Next was a room of floors connected by cables. Walls descended, platforms slid into view, and the floor itself split in two, forming an unpredictable one room labyrinth. Another monitor turned on to reveal the group themselves, being seemingly shot from above. Isaac turned around to confirm, and surely enough the Isaac on screen turned as well.
"Thanks, Kouhei. You saved our butts out there," Elliot said, briefly interrupting his brother's train of thought. He then limped over to the control panel sitting at the base of the monitors. Most of the buttons seemed fairly typical, but three in particular caught his attention. One was bright yellow and black, with a caution symbol. One was red, with an exclamation mark. The final was a putrid green, a purple biohazard symbol sitting in plain sight. Elliot was sure he didn't want to mess with either of them.
"Uh, guys?" Isaac asked, focus still steadfast on the cameras. The monitor with the group on it remained on at all times, even as the others came and went. In addition, it didn't seem nearly as static. It gently pulsed up and down, as if whatever was recording it was currently breathing. Occasionally Isaac heard a scuttling noise, and a few seconds later the camera switched to a completely different angle.
Maia wasn't even sure what to do about the situation. Luckily, Elliot didn't seem to want to struggle against her pulling him back, but that left Isaac and Kouhei in the vapor. There was a panic that set into her mind, but it didn't seem like either of them were really... doing anything. Until the SkullKnightmon had finally reacted. When he grabbed Isaac and disappeared, the tamer was about to react, until the thud of boots sounded behind her. Amber eyes went wide as she felt an arm wrap around her, which clearly belonged to the Spirit User that already kind of gave her the creeps without however he was acting from the vapor. There was a small squeak from her throat, before being swept to where ever they were now.
Kuu was clearly just as alarmed, but tried not to show it. His silence said it all, though. First, he was rendered essentially useless in a fight, and now his human and him had been moved from their prior position without him even having a chance to process what was happening! Ugh. This was going to be a long day for the fox, wasn't it? And, it was his fault that Maia was in the Digital World to begin with. Maybe he needed to step up his game. Work out, or something! He had to be tough!
"Yeah," Maia nodded, moving to try to check on Kouhei after the light had disspated. After all, he didn't look like he had handled that attack overly well. Still, she had no intent on touching the boy that she was unfamiliar with, only kneeling by him. "We're all fine and accounted for. Are you alright?" Well, at least some of the first things she'd said to the guy were concerned words. The blonde would have expressed the same for Isaac, but he seemed to have recovered a bit faster.
What the tamer hadn't noticed was that Kuu was not returning to his calm demeanor. His focus had sealed themselves on the monitors as soon as he had been able to think straight again. Ears were flat, and he seemed to be following a similar mindset to whatever Isaac may have been concerned about. This looked bad, and the sound hadn't gone unnoticed.
Then, when Isaac tried to get the others' attention, the little monster motioned his nose to the monitor, so that Maia would look up, processing what was on the monitor. "Oh no," she managed out, almost breathlessly. Yes. This was going to be a long day. Hopefully, there was some way to handle this better than the Porcupamon.
Kouhei flinched away from Maia a little as she spoke to him, his eyes alternately focusing on the world around him and then staring more through than at things. He shifted back so he was resting on his haunches, back pressed against the nearest desk, D-tector held tightly to his chest. He gazed dully at Maia, not entirely seeing her, his eyes fixated somewhere slightly to her left and behind her. Scattered shadows and skeletons from his traumatic past danced before the boy's eyes, not entirely dispelled by the shifting of forms. One figure stood among the rest, still where they were chaotic. Solid, where they were ephemeral. He knew Her. She protected him, She kept him safe. Guided him. Commanded him, sometimes.
"Y-yes," Kouhei replied to someone, his gaze still passing through Maia. "Illusions?" he seemed to ask.
"Okay," he said after a long pause. "I understand."
Closing his eyes, Kouhei continued to mutter. To himself? Perhaps. He would clearly be of no immediate help in this situation he'd thrown them into. Still... it was the right thing to do, right? Get everyone out of harms' way, away from the murderous teddy bear?
Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Mar 25, 2016 4:23:28 GMT
The monitors continued flickering on and off, only the one hanging around in the group staying constant. Each room seemed a bit more unnerving than the next. One was full of chains that seemed to be pointing straight upward, making creaking noises as they dangled back and forth on their rusted hinges. Whether the camera was upside down or the gravity was remained distressingly unclear. Another was a large furnace, hungrily crackling as various sorts of beaker lied around it. Occasionally a conveyer belt dropped one in, turning the flames a noxious green as they belched sulfur and brimstone. Next came the face of a man Isaac refused to call father, taking up the entirety of the camera and staring directly into the boy's tired eyes.
Wait, no. That was the gas talking. However, by now Isaac had decided to stop paying attention to the rooms, taking a half-step closer to Maia out of nerves. "Think this place is getting to me," he confided to her, voice somewhat shaky.
The only constant shot remained the footage of the group, which was starting to pick up when it came to movement. The shot seemed to pan around in circles, enough to make Elliot dizzy just from watching it go around and around. It seemed to be panning upwards as well, starting from the ankles and swiftly working its way higher. Beyond an occasional mark from a green laser pointer, however, there seemed to be no indication of where the unseen cameraman was. Then it reached the top of the ceiling, where it remained focusing intently at the tops of the group's heads. Elliot looked up to try and see if he could find the cameraman, but there was seemingly nothing. "Huh. Guess we're alone after all."
Judging by the sudden beep of alarm, they weren't. The camera footage began to shake, and then went into a freefall. It was incredibly unclear what had happened until a loud THUNK echoed through the room. Isaac was floored, KO'd by seemingly nothing. Then the nothing began to shimmer, and a small, spider-like Gizumon broke from its camouflage. It looked around, unsure of itself, and then began climbing up Isaac's fallen body to try and get a better view of the room. It turned to Maia, the closest available human, and waved one of it's legs in a clumsy attempt at greeting. "Gi-zu~!" it chimed, merrily.
Then the first few bashes began to sound, followed by an all-too-familiar moan. The monitors switched once more, this time helpfully showing Porcupamon wailing on the door with both of it's fists. They were making far too loud of a sound to be made of felt alone. The Gizumon let out a frenzied screech and began scuttling for the corner of the room, inserting the wires beneath its body into an outlet and revealing a small maintenance tunnel. It looked like a very tight squeeze for the group, but very spacious for the Gizumon. As it began to climb into the tunnel, however, it cast a concerned look at the group. Why weren't they following? Didn't they know the watchman was coming? "Gizu?" it asked, tilting its rounded body in confusion.
"Guys, I think the 'Kouhei' is broken," Kuu announced, not entirely sure what a 'Kouhei' was. Was it his name? Probably. Did that mean that he shouldn't have 'the' in front of the name? Nah. It fit there too well. Still, yellow eyes darted from the crazed boy to the cameras again, trying to figure out what exactly was happening. Nose was to the air, trying to sniff out the source of the camera, but did cameras even have a smell?
Maia looked to Isaac, finally prying her eyes away from the cameras. The black haired boy seemed busy panicking, so she wasn't going to make any attempt of further contact until he settled down. "I think I know what you mean," she murmured to Isaac, with a nod. This place was creepy! Of course, she had no idea what that fear vapor had done to either him or Kouhei. And, now that the camera seemed to be moving significantly more, the blonde found herself far more alarmed than moments prior.
As the camera reached the ceiling, the Kudamon's eyes narrowed, and a small growl threatened from his throat. Sure, he couldn't see anything, but there was no doubt that something was there. He didn't care what Elliot said about it, despite his strong affection for the boy. Frankly, it was quite impossible for there not to be someone behind the camera. Even the seemingly stupid fox knew that! And, that beep was just more proof that he had been right!
Now, if Kuu had understood what was happening, there was a chance he would have tried to stop the invisible Digimon from falling on Isaac. But, this was only a chance. With the thunk, his tamer stumbled away from Isaac, out of surprise, where as the little Digimon only lifted his body up, ears perking forward. A small snicker came from the pipefox's nose, despite knowing it was highly inappropriate. His tamer would have reprimanded him, if not for the fact that she was too busy staring at the spider-thing that was now waving at her. Why did recent events have to involve spiders? Maia wasn't particularly distressed by them, but it sure made for a bad omen after the last time. After all, this one already knocked someone out! Maybe there was a reason that arachnophobia was such a common thing!
A small squeak emitted from her throat, when it waved and... spoke? Sort of. It wasn't speaking anything that the blonde could understand. "H-hello," she managed out, trying to sound friendly. Think of talking to a pet. Just keep thinking that this is a cute cat or something and didn't just land on your friend, Maia. "Do you think you could... move a little? You're going to squish him," she made a motion to the victim of the Digimon's fall. Still, she wasn't going to be mean to the first seemingly friendly creature since entering the grotto! Though, she had to admit that she had no idea if it could understand her, either.
Between the bashing and the screech, the tamer jumped, now throwing a look to Elliot. At least... nothing had eaten them yet. That was positive thinking, right? That had to be positive thinking. Especially because she couldn't find anything actually positive about the situation, so she was just going for one of the wildest ideas she could grasp onto at the moment. The strange, purple Digimon had suddenly provided some sort of escape route, but Maia wasn't entirely interested in following. The thought had crossed her mind, but it was still kind of sketchy feeling.
"We should follow," the Kudamon suggested, rapidly, nodding toward the Gizumon. There was no proof that he even understood the other Digimon. In fact, it was highly unlikely. But, right now, options were slim. It was either be attacked by a crazy, stuffed animal thing, or follow a seemingly helpful spider thing. Neither seemed particularly amazing, but he would go with the spider that was at least pretending to be friendly.
Turning toward Kouhei, then to Isaac, Maia seemed at a loss. They didn't necessarily look like they were in the best state to be moving through a little tunnel like that. Eyes flashed to Elliot, who seemed to still be the only particularly functioning one. Odds weren't in their favor, were they? She needed to take some sort of control, unless the others could find their bearings quickly. "Elliot. See if you can get Kouhei to follow the," there was a pause, as she quickly pulled her Digivice out to get a name on the monster, "Gizu...mon?" Well. That made more sense as to what it was saying. "You know Kouhei way better than I do. I think he'll respond best to you." That, and he was kind of freaking her out with the way he was seeming to talk to himself. It was better that someone he was familiar with approached him, rather than a relative stranger. "I... I'll help Isaac."
If only Kouhei could pull himself together enough to seem as steady-minded as he was before the fight! It seemed like they could really use the help right now!
Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Mar 25, 2016 23:48:41 GMT
(Got the go-ahead from Rob to skip him this round)
Elliot shot Maia a worried look. He looked instinctively, from the mentally shut-down Kouhei to the physically passed-out Isaac, and then paled. The realization was dawning that he was the only one left standing, and now Maia's number two by default. That was a lot of pressure to put on a 13 year old kid whose biggest decisions until then were "how do I make Isaac clean his room." "I-I don't know," he said, almost more to himself than to Maia. "What if it's a trap? But then again, I guess we're already in a trap. But this could be, like, a double trap. Triple trap? Oh jeez, I wish Isaac was okay enough to help." Occasionally he gave his brother a worried shake, but he remained totally KO'd. He muttered things in his unconsciousness, too low for Elliot to make them out properly but sounding strangely familiar. At one point, he found himself mouthing the word "Dad?", wondering just what Isaac could be talking about.
Meanwhile, the Gizumon's beeping was becoming more flustered and impatient. With how it started moving, it looked like it was going to shut the door behind him and cut off their route of escape. "Sorry! Sorry! Just a second!" Elliot sputtered, quickly running to Kouhei's side. The boy seemed completely alone, staring very intently past the group. Elliot couldn't tell what he was talking about either, and the lack of sense that anybody was making was really starting to frustrate him. "Kouhei, please," Elliot pleaded, afraid of even touching the boy in his current state. Never wake a sleepwalker, period. "It isn't safe here anymore. We gotta go. We need to." It didn't seem like the boy had heard him, but he suddenly snapped into action and bolted for the maintenance tunnel.
Had he heard Elliot's warning, or was he listening to somebody else right now?
"Gizu!" the Gizumon squeaked happily. Finally, somebody got it! The boy with the bad leg looked like he was about to follow too, but then he stopped short at the entrance of the tunnel. The Gizumon's brow furrowed, annoyed. What was always taking these humans so long? Didn't they see the contours of the door as it began to bend inward, the steel letting out tortured wails as it started to compress and expand? Didn't they know how dangerous the Watchman could be? And why were they letting someone unconscious in there? Those were at the most risk of being next in line. The Gizumon reared up on its hind legs, knocking Elliot away before shooting the wires from its underside like a grappling hook. They wrapped around Isaac's wrists, the spider scuttling at full speed to try and drag the unconscious boy away. Elliot turned to look at the Gizumon, worry in his eyes and mouth open as if trying to speak, but the Digimon cut him off with a firm "Gi! Giiii!" The camera was now focused on Isaac's body, being dragged ever closer to the Gizumon's eye, before the creature swiveled and returned the camera view to the inky blackness of the maintenance hatch.
Maybe Isaac was being saved. Maybe Isaac was simply out of the frying pan, and into the fire. Elliot didn't know what to do, looking between his brother and the steadily collapsing door. If the door fell down, they'd all be doomed. If Isaac was taken away, Elliot's heart would be broken. Still, he knew it wouldn't be fair to get them all killed just because of his hesitation. Moving on pure instinct alone he flung himself at the door, using all of his strength to try and push back against the Porcupamon. Even for a strong species like a Veemon, it was a huge struggle. "Maia! Do something, anything! Please!" he begged, unsure what he was even asking her to do. Stop the Gizumon? Follow the Gizumon? Join him in blocking the door? Maybe mess with the console? Elliot didn't know what. His mind was a haze of adrenaline right now, and he just wanted everyone to be okay.
As much as Maia wanted to take the time to discuss options, time was running out. "I wish Isaac was okay, too," she admitted. Of everyone in the group to be completely useless, it had to be the two that actually seemed to be able to handle themselves! The girl was seconds away from pulling out her own hair. "But, he's not," she finally declared, eyeing Elliot, "so, we need to take some risks."
Eyes lifted to the monitors while Elliot tried to coax Kouhei into moving. Time was surely running out. At least it didn't seem to take too much to convince the black haired boy, as he suddenly bolted to the maintenance tunnel. While this was a little startling, the girl was going to take it as a good sign, and turned to figure out what to do about the knocked out teen. Sure, if he wasn't too heavy, she could probably get him to the tunnel, but there was no way she'd succeed in moving him through it. Why was all of this so difficult?
On top of that, the Gizumon had now begun abducting Isaac! Maia wanted to think this was him helping, but it was really hard to figure out what the weird spider-Digi was doing when it couldn't even speak a language that anyone understood! What if everything was a trap? Or, what if the Gizumon was just trying to steal away Isaac at this point? As the door began to collapse, situations became more dire. The tamer just needed two seconds to think! She hadn't ever prepared herself to try to be some sort of strategist! Unfortunately, there weren't two seconds available to use. Elliot was doing his best to keep the door up, while she was just standing there, being useless.
Kuu wasn't helping much, either, looking at everything in the room. Isaac, the monitors, the console, Elliot, his tamer. He could hear her breathing heavily, trying not to have a meltdown in a serious situation. Pressing his cold nose to her cheek, her eyes dropped to meet the Rookie's. If she didn't do something...
"I'm... I'm so sorry," she mumbled, uncertain who she was apologizing to. Was it Elliot? Isaac? Or, even, herself? Kuu finally unwound himself from her shoulders, leaping onto the floor. There was another glance at Isaac, as she began to move. But, instead of toward the unconscious friend, she ran to help prevent the door from caving in before the Gizumon would be able to escape. There was no way that Maia could leave Elliot alone. "Kuu, see if there's something you can do," she directed, as the pipe fox began investigating the console. The three most notable buttons didn't look overly promising. "Y-you might have time to run," she offered the Veemon, wanting to give the boy an opportunity to escape from the situation. "I think Isaac will be alright, but I won't blame you if you go with him." Another bang on the door caused her to cringe a little, but she still put her weight against it. Sure, she wouldn't be able to hold the barrier on her own, it would likely collapse shortly after Elliot would let go, but she could handle it, right? Okay, probably not. But, thinking that way would only make her regret trying to do this. There was a reason that she didn't want to be a hero.
Thirteen or seventeen, it didn't matter. Nobody here was old enough to make the decisions that were being forced upon them.
Kuu, on the other hand... well, he was only maybe a month old. Someone had to make some sort of important choice. "Don't explode, okay?" he shouted toward the two, looking back at his options. If only there was a manual telling him what any of the buttons meant! Oh well, time to jump without looking! And, by jump, he meant slam his paw on one of the buttons. That red one looked like it was good to exclaim "emergency!" so that was his top choice, before bolting back to his tamer, in case something horrible happened from it.
Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Mar 26, 2016 18:17:11 GMT
Elliot turned, shocked, as he felt Maia standing by him to help brace the door. She wasn't a Digimon! She wasn't even a football player or bodybuilder! She could get seriously hurt, especially if the Porcupamon tore through the door claws-first. Judging by the sudden steely buzzsaw, puncturing dangerously close to Elliot's head, it was a more valid concern than he feared. "What are you doing?" he asked worriedly, voice weak and quiet compared to the increasingly loud groaning of the door. He didn't know how much holder he could hold out, even as he began counter-punching the door to try and undo its strain. Each strike turned his knuckles red and hot, but he kept trying regardless. He had to, right?
Then Maia told him to run. Was she trying to get herself hurt? Her help was keeping the door up, true, but Elliot seriously doubted she would be able to hold it on her own. His worries about her only magnified with that, and he found himself frantically shaking his head. "I'm not leaving you behind," he said, voice quivering in its attempt at being firm. "You should be the one running. This is a really dangerous Digimon, and you're just human. And Isaac would be really worried if he knew anything happened to you. I'll buy you time, promise." He was starting to feel weird and fatigued, too. Maybe it was fear, maybe it was just being drained, but he wasn't sure if he'd be able to hold onto Veemon form forever. "B-besides, once I run out of energy, I'll just end up slowing you guys down." He cast a baleful look at an injured leg that, in its current form, wasn't even there.
The door was splintering into shards of steel, a few falling atop the duo's heads, when suddenly Kyaro hit the big red button. Ominous red light bathed the room as a heavy steel door slammed down, the noise causing Elliot to jump back a few inches. The sounds of doors slamming shut echoed throughout the building, underlined by the frustrated moans of a now locked-out Porcupamon. Even Gizumon's maintenance tunnel began to slam shut, leaving Elliot, Maia, and Kuu completely isolated. It also left their unconscious and delusional friends locked alone in the dark with a tiny spider robot. Elliot wasn't sure if he wanted to feel relief or further panic at the change, but he looked up and smiled at Kuu regardless. He bailed them out of a messy situation, and he'd rather be anxious than about to be torn to bits.
As the Porcupamon's heavy footsteps trailed off, Elliot decided the door no longer needed such strong protection. He walked to the monitors, which flickered on and off rapidly as the backup power strained to show all of the facility's going-ons. This left every image practically incomprehensible, barring the one that had been drawing directly from Gizumon's eye. That one currently displayed the unconscious Isaac, a wire coiling up his arm and straining to wave it back and forth. If it was trying to make those inside feel relief, it frankly just made Elliot's stomach turn a little. The cheerful chirps of "Gi-zu~!" frankly weren't helping much. It was as if there was something innately wrong about its attempts to help.
He turned to Maia, trying his hardest to keep strong. He wasn't as good at it was Isaac was, that's for sure. "What do we do now?" he asked, feeling ever so small.
The Gizumon dutifully crawled through the maintenance tunnels, the sickly green light from his eyes and overwhelming green light from the Emergency Lockdown button battling for dominance. He knew these tunnels like the back of his nonexistent hand. After all, traveling them was his job! That meant he knew every exit, every vulnerability, and every twist and turn. Right now it was the vulnerabilities he was looking out for, as the regular exits would all be sealed until the security team intervened. Still dragging Isaac behind him and beeping like an alarm clock scorned whenever Kouhei traveled in the "wrong" direction, the Gizumon found himself directing his group to the best of his ability.
One path to be taken was a great hole in the middle of the tunnel, the green glowing puddle that Kouhei would recognize from earlier ominously lurking beneath it. The Gizumon seemed to agree with the group's general opinion, letting out a frenzied screech and crawling up the walls to avoid that hole. The next vulnerability was right through the side of one of the tunnels. The room was pitch black, but it seemed to hum and vibrate at almost unstable frequencies. Even Gizumon's green eye-light failed to penetrate too far into the room, which seemed to be suffering from a bad case of advanced darkness. A third hole was through the ceiling of a tunnel. Meticulously timed crashes and bashes formed strangely even patterns, which Gizumon hummed along with as if it formed a beautiful symphony. The final hole was the chain room. Turned out gravity wasn't disabled, but the camera there was upside down. It also turned out there were other things hanging there, snared in the chains like traps. The Gizumon seemed far more concerned by the faulty equipment than the lost souls within.
Maia and Elliot would be able to see these rooms, of course, but if there was a sound interface to the security panel it didn't seem like it was currently present. Barring quick thinking on their parts, this half of the decision was resting solely on Kouhei and Gizu's shoulders.
The plan had more or less been 'stay with Elliot and become a distraction,' but, it didn't seem like he was going to go for that. On one hand, this was a huge relief, because she might not die! On the other hand? They both had a chance of dying instead. "I'm not a Digimon, but I'm not letting you get hurt so I can hide." she mumbled, incredibly nervously, and cringed again when the Veemon attempted to keep the door steady. "I almost died a couple days ago anyway, so why not see how many times I can risk it?" This was half-meant to be a joke in a terrible situation, but it really wasn't all that funny. Then again, when she had run into the issue before, a conveniently passing Mega Digimon had saved the situation. She didn't have one of those.
"You're way too important," this sounded less shaky than her prior words. Maybe, it even had an offended ring to it. "Trust me, Isaac would worry way more if something happened to his brother," she tried to reason. "Plus, if your brother isn't able to be here for you, I will be." The blonde tried to force a smile, but she wasn't entirely sure how convincing it would be given the circumstances. After all, this was absolutely terrifying! Sure, she could keep her calm in a situation that had an option to escape, but now that a friend's safety was on the line? It made everything a lot harder. Last time, at least, a Mega level Digimon had convenienced the area and saved everything. This time, it didn't look like things would be so lucky.
For a moment, it felt like 'game over' until Kuu's foot finally hit the button and a door slammed down. Sure, they were trapped, but at least it wasn't with the creepy Porcupamon! While the sound of the doors would have likely caused Maia to jump on a normal day, she found herself to be relatively numb at the moment. So numb, in fact, that she dropped onto her knees, no longer able to hold herself up. "I-I don't know," she finally expelled with a heavy breath. She was kind of terrified and in a daze.
Kuu crawled up onto his tamer's shoulder, prodding her cheek with his nose, but not saying anything. It appeared that Maia may have become a little broken. What was there to do? The adrenaline rush made her dizzy, on it's own, and they were trapped in a room with no real way out! "D-do you have any ideas?" Was the only thing that she could manage, sounding more than a little dazed. She certainly didn't. They were trapped, and she was useless, and Isaac and Kouhei were off in god-knows-where, possibly dying. Sure, the screens didn't show them dying, but it was awfully hard to trust anything in this place at this point!
The rookie looked up at Elliot, finally, one ear twitching forward, while the other remained flat against his head, "Maia's batteries need charged," Kuu finally piped up, giving up on trying to convince her to snap out of the daze with his cold nose. "Got anything to make her head run better again?" The sound of the Digimon's voice in his tamer's ear, alone, was causing the girl strong distress, but she tried to brush it off for the time being. After all, she was busy trying not to have a complete meltdown in front of Elliot.
Kouhei came to an abrupt halt under the third path, the hole in the roof of the tunnel. He'd been moving along automatically until he crawled under the hole in the tunnel and the rhythmic crashes reached his ears. He looked up into the space wonderingly, his posture stiff. Closing his eyes, the boy swayed side to side, seeming to follow some pattern in the crashing and banging above. "Focus, yes. Overcome." He stilled, his eyes snapping open and fixing clearly on the Gizumon and Isaac. Frowning, he reached down and began disentangling the digimon's wires from the boy. Lifting Isaac over his shoulders as gently as he was able, Kouhei reached up and grabbed the edges of the hole, careful to avoid sharp edges.
It was a struggled, but the boy managed to lift himself up,getting his head and shoulders into the new room and sliding Isaac onto the ground nearby. Once he was free of the weight it was much easier to scramble in himself, jumping to his feet over his unconscious companion and raising his D-tector warily, his gaze scanning the space.
Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Mar 28, 2016 4:48:05 GMT
Elliot firmly disagreed with Maia, but it wasn't like there was time to debate with her. The door slammed down thanks to Kuu's quick thinking, and with it so too did the group find salvation. Unfortunately, where Elliot found relief, Maia seemed to find panic. The girl had sunken down to her knees, and a worried Elliot quickly sat by her side. He wished Isaac was here. He always knew what to do. Maia seemed to like him a bunch, too. He'd save her in a heartbeat, just like he'd promised. Meanwhile, what could Elliot do? He was just a kid way over his head, trapped in a shady security room and completely alone. He had been depending on Maia to be his rock with Isaac and Kouhei gone, and with her out of commission he had never felt more alone.
He tried to think of something to say. Anything. "I-I'm sorry I teased Isaac by calling you his girlfriend," he said, as if hoping he'd be able to magically break the tension with such a stupid statement. He figured if the two of them were going to die here, he might as well be able to do so with a clear conscience. Besides, maybe something super out of left field would at least help snap Maia out of her funk. He'd rather have her angrily demanding explanations and threatening to kick his butt than have her completely shut down like that. He couldn't even find the words for how scared he was by her brokenness.
At least there was no way she knew Alicia, right?
It took a while for Isaac to stir. And by "a while," I mean it took a good second of Gizumon tasering him to finally jolt him awake. The boy shot up, eyes wild and panting heavily, before he realized where he was. Alone. Elliot was gone. Maia was gone. Kouhei and some strange robo-bug were the only ones here, and they seemed to be looking over a trap room far from their original location. In the darkness of the lab, giant crushing plates seemed to be smashing down in a rhythmic fashion. Interlocking conveyer belts went up and down the room, each successive one changing direction to make further movement all the more difficult. They stretched as far as the eye could see, being bashed upon by the mashing plates in rhythmic fashion. Behind the group was a long hallway that seemed to be clogged by rubble and debris. Unless the group wanted to work hard at digging, the crushers and conveyer belts were their only options.
"Where are they?" Isaac asked, confusion in his voice. It was the first time since their introduction to the Digital World that he had been without Elliot. It was the first time he had gone adventuring with Maia, his swear to protect her absolutely useless now. How could he defend her if he was all the way over here? Were his captors trying to knock him off far from the others, then going back and killing them while they were vulnerable? Or were Maia and Elliot already dead, and now Isaac would be forced to look his failures straight in the eye. Was Kouhei a fellow captive, or had he joined forces with the spider. Speaking of spiders, the Gizumon turned to Isaac, tilting his head in a complete lack of comprehension.
"Where are they?" he demanded once more, voice shaking as he feared the voice. At times it sounded like a shout of desperation. At times, almost like an accusation. Regardless, it crackled through Gizumon's speakers and bounced through the security room as well. At least Maia would know he was okay, even if she had no hope of responding.
There was an almost eerie silence from the girl, as she remained stagnant on the floor. A million thoughts were racing through Maia's mind. They needed some sort of plan. Was she claustrophobic? The air felt a little too heavy. She needed to move. Just, if only she could bring herself to stand up and be strong. While the apology from Elliot would have normally felt like a splash of cold water, instead, she searched the floor with her eyes for a moment. It was as if she was expecting something to magically appear, like a 'reset' button or something!
No. She needed to snap out of this.
Eyes slowly turned to Elliot, at first debating on dismissing the subject. "Oh," she murmured, still sounding a little dazed, "that reminds me of something." To this, her Digimon began snickering, already knowing what was coming up. Finally, the girl shifted her legs a little, to get into a more comfortable position, seeming to have begun bouncing back. "Why are you telling people that I met Isaac in a trash can?" The tone taken didn't seem mean at all, but in some attempt to embarrass the younger boy.
"I'm pretty sure you'll find this as funny as I did," she started, trying to take on a humorous tone. "Turns out, I made a friend with someone who knows you two. She said something that makes me believe you're telling other people that I'm his girlfriend, too." A faint smile was somehow forming on the girl's lips. Was it from irritation or was something actually happy? Maybe, Maia was just going a little insane from the stress. Digimon made life stupid.
Now she was almost back to feeling a little more normal. Just another deep breath, and maybe she'd have this under control.
"Okay," she managed after a few more seconds. "Okay, I'm good." Was she really? Or, was she just forcing herself back together for Elliot's sake? Ah, the little mysteries of life.
Actually okay or not, a sudden sound make Maia's mind snap back into place, fully. Head turned, to look at the monitors. "Oh, thank god," she breathed, seeing Isaac on one of the screens. He was alive. There was another deep breath, as her Digimon removed himself from her shoulder, poking his nose to her hand once, before she finally convinced herself to stand up. At first, it was a shaky movement, but she managed to hold herself up. Reaching out, she put her hand on Elliot's shoulder. "I... I'm sorry," she murmured, sounding mostly back to her normal self. "I've had a stressful few days," she admitted, but managed it out in a soft tone, as she walked back to the console, examining what all could be on it. Her head was still foggy, but she knew there had to be a way to work more of the equipment in here. It had to do something, right?
"Think we can do anything from here? I can't just sit around and do nothing." After all, given the opportunity, she'd probably be unable to think straight and end up a heap on the floor again. "Should we try some other buttons or something? The last one worked pretty well."
Finally, Kuu found a reason to speak up! "Yay! Buttons!"